This led to a number of years of confusion and mild depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual roles. Those feelings lasted well into...my late twenties. I was a fairly good looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team sports, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately popular teenage girls. I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and most times I had the bulge in my pants to prove. His eyes closed while I stroked him in my hand, producing a nice, thick erection.“It feels like you’re ready for another go.”I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.“Oh God yes… I want you… I want to be inside you again.”I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Again, my mouth met his and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this… remember me… for the rest of his life. “Tell me you. I run my fingers over your sides, tickling you. I tickle the soles of your feet. And I tickle the inside of your thighs and your labia. We kiss some more, this time with more passion; I play with and suck on your nipples again; and I slowly finger your pussy. After a half-hour of playing, teasing and tickling, your are relaxed, but more needy than before we started. Your mouth is wet and there is a bruised look around your lips; a film of sweat has formed on your forehead; your nipples are. She gave the head of his cock a long, loving kiss and stroked it harder, wanking him off scant inches from her face, willing him to cum.Jimmy moaned again and lifted his hips, subconsciously offering his cock to her eager mouth. Molly flicked the head with her tongue and swung her breasts over his balls, shivering in delight at the way his hairy sacs tickled her sensitive nipples; she sensed his orgasm was close and, although she would've liked him to cream her breasts like the brunette in his.